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Chapter 647 Immortal, please accept me as your disciple
Li Quangui subconsciously shouted out the quintessence of Chinese culture, not caring that he was filming a short video.

His eyes were widened, staring ahead.

Things in the other world are making a big fuss all over the world.

Naturally, you won’t miss the excitement in China.

Various qigong methods have been discovered by people, which is really a throwback to the qigong craze in the 90s.

The aunties and uncles in the square dance stopped dancing and practiced various qigong instead.

They made a lot of noise, but ah, there is no solid evidence in the country regarding matters related to other worlds.

On the contrary, it is a group of Internet celebrities who spread rumors, and the liars who claim to be masters are educated by official education, and those who are in jail are in jail.

People who tried to take advantage of those traffic were severely punished by the official, and even went to the stage to educate people on whether Qigong was good for the body and what was a lie.

There are also some people who are arrogant and arrogant, saying that the ignorance and backwardness of the country is not worth it to the outside world. It is necessary to reflect on how advanced and civilized the country is to make the outside world willing to communicate.

"Immortal, please accept me as your disciple."

"It looks like the Tang Dynasty." "No, it's clearly the Han Dynasty." "I think it's the clothes of the Song Dynasty."

Wait, there seems to be something wrong with the glass of the showcase.

He had already visited the British Museum beforehand, and under his control, parts of the building spirally exploded.

Then, he activates the ability to enlighten all things.

"Really an immortal?! So awesome. Does anyone know what dynasty the costume is from?"

After all, it is an old antique. It does not need to be strengthened twice, and the sword will probably break once it is used.

Loud sonic booms spread far over London.

Li Quangui looked at the other party, dressed in Hanfu, from head to toe, exuding an unearthly fairy spirit.

Then, click on video upload.

The sun shines on the passage, and Xian Chen rolls in the light, but it seems to be alive, actively avoiding Qingze's side.

Li Quangui stood up quickly, stopped the video, and then typed a title, "Shocked, the Chinese Immortal has been sleeping for many years, and the first thing he did when he woke up was to return to the British Museum to take away the Immortal Sword."

At this time, the tourists around him also recovered from their shock.

The rust and vicissitudes of time dissipated directly, and even the shape changed drastically.

Because of the people present, Qingze did not directly use the speed of the sonic boom to avoid deafening their ears. However, when he reached an altitude of 100 meters, his speed suddenly increased to the fastest.

From here to the outside, there is a spacious circular passage.

Qingze held the Xihe sword.

Qingze opened his palms and used his telekinesis to take the sword from the air. He held it and gave the sword the strong sound from the bank safe.

Li Quangui screamed heartbreakingly, "There is no hope of becoming an immortal. What should I do if my kidneys are weak?"
After a moment of despair, he suddenly remembered how precious the short video he shot was.

Not all of them are true, but some of them are really hard to find fault with and are very true.

The sword grid is inlaid with a red gemstone, and the bronze hilt has mysterious runes on its surface.

Those with sharp eyes noticed that the glass of the showcase actually rolled up like a dough roll.

Qingze didn't make any response and swung his sword forward.

Boom!

Li Quangui shouted and wanted to step forward, but was afraid of disturbing the immortal. He raised his feet back to the ground and hesitated between kneeling down.

When Li Quangui saw this magical scene, he knelt down regardless of the situation.

I just wanted to make a short video about the British Museum, but I was able to film something about this other world. Ah, no, this person can’t be from another world.

After all, he didn't know what kind of character the immortal was like. Would kneeling down make him look too flattering?
But if he doesn't kneel down, does that mean he's not sincere enough?
Li Quangui was very confused and had not yet figured out what to do.

The blade of the sword turned red, like flames wrapping around it.

Boom!

The tourists who witnessed all this were stunned and felt that the man who had kowtowed before was right, this was the living swordsman!
Qingze let go of the hilt of the sword, and the Xihe sword spun in the air. His body floated up, and the sword stuck to his feet, and then rose into the sky in the next second.

The cases they cited include but are not limited to Tokyo, Japan, New York, Los Angeles, Mexico, the Middle East and other places.

He kowtowed violently, just hoping to enter the gate of the immortal family and be cured of a series of symptoms such as tinnitus caused by kidney deficiency.

Boom, the sound of him kowtowing like this also attracted the attention of some tourists. They gathered over and saw Qingze standing there, and then looked at Li Quangui who was kowtowing.

Nothing happened to Qingze. He entered Schrödinger's cat's state of existence and was immune to winds that surpassed sonic booms. Not even a corner of his clothes would flutter.

"Sword Immortal!"

"Was that sword energy just now?" "How could the sword immortal use such low-level martial arts as sword energy? It's clearly sword art."

Li Quangui didn't expect it.

In an instant, he reconstructed the sword based on his general impression of the Xihe sword.

Their expressions were a little confused. Are these two filming a script?

"Immortal, please accept me as your disciple!"

"Do you think I haven't read Xianxia novels?"

Listening to their noise, Li Quangui felt in a trance, as if he was still in China, not in the British Museum.

Some people also sneaked forward.

That move immediately brought Li Quangui back to his senses. Having read novels all year round, he naturally understood what the other party wanted to do, "You want to monopolize the immortal energy?"

He immediately ran forward.

The others didn't understand the reason, but seeing the two of them coming forward, they also ran forward, so they couldn't let themselves suffer.

...Soon, what happened to the Han Dynasty showcase spread in the British Museum.

It would be difficult to conceal such a movement.

A heavily armed army took over the scene as quickly as possible, stopping all media who wanted to interview, and even some diplomatic ambassadors who rushed to the scene.

The British Museum has adopted closed measures, not allowing any visitors to leave, and thoroughly checking the contents of everyone's mobile phones.

"You are violating personal privacy!"

"Sorry, please cooperate with our actions."

The muscular blond officer was polite in his words but very rough in his movements. He snatched the phone away and flipped through the specific contents.

Li Quangui watched their actions and knew in his heart that they were checking to see if anyone had taken pictures of the scene.

The reason is simple, there is no monitoring here.

Logically speaking, such an important site should be monitored everywhere.

However, considering that there are too many surveillance systems, it is easy for the gentlemen to guard and steal.

The British Museum only takes money every year, and never wants to increase the number of surveillance cameras. Even security relies on one mouth.

Li Quangui watched the officer approaching him, straightened his back and said: "You don't need to check, I took the picture at that time and uploaded it to Douyin. The number of likes now reaches 6.4.

You just need to search online and you can watch it. "

He took the initiative to play the video.

The officer's expression changed and he took his cell phone to watch.

From beginning to end, the short video shot by Li Quangui does not exceed three minutes in length.

The comment area has exploded in number.

In a short period of time, more than 7,000 comments have been gathered, and comments are constantly being refreshed.

The officer couldn't read Chinese, but he understood what he was going to do. He said with a serious expression: "Sir, you need to come with us."

"Don't think of doing anything, brothers, my name is Li Quangui, my hometown...

Remember to call the embassy for me. "

"rest assured."

People around us spoke out to express that we are all one family.

The officer shook his head. It was impossible for them to do anything to the tourist if the matter was such a big deal.

The Great Britain of today is not the Great Britain of the past.

The other party is not a citizen of the Qing Dynasty in the past.

What's more, the video has been circulated and watched by so many people, so it is impossible to cover it up.

The officers took Li Quangui away just in accordance with the orders from above.

As long as it is checked and confirmed that this person has not inhaled any fairy energy at close range and gained strength, he can be let go.

After all, after this incident happened, the senior officials immediately searched for the deeds of the Eastern Immortal.

The Midas stone turns into gold, the place you step on can make someone pregnant, etc.

The officers didn't believe these stories, but they couldn't persuade the people above to believe them, so they naturally wanted to test them.

……

boom.

Qingze rides the wind with his sword and breaks through the dark clouds. A quiet and mysterious picture unfolds before his eyes.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the ground, there is only endless darkness and twinkling stars.

He raised his head and looked at the huge full moon, which then swept towards the clouds. Under the moonlight, it appeared a dreamy gray-white color.

Sometimes the clouds roll and surge, sometimes they stretch and flow like waves on the sea.

Qingze felt that he was the only one standing here in the entire world.

The feeling of being the only one in the world is truly wonderful.

With Qingze's thoughts in mind, the Xihe sword under his feet was like a shooting star cutting through the night. He shuttled freely among the clouds, sometimes swinging wantonly above the clouds like a surfer.

Sometimes he is like a fat man diving into the water, blasting away the clouds and enjoying the feeling of the clouds blowing around him.

He flew in one direction.

Gradually, the night was left behind him, and a ray of light appeared in his sight.

At first, it was like a river of light flowing through the ink clouds. As he continued to move forward, large white clouds emerged, and looking up, he saw a blue sky.

Qingze laughed, soaring freely among the clouds, and then plunged down suddenly, and the white clouds rushed upward like a torrent.

He broke through the thick clouds and saw the tranquil sea as blue as a gem.

The waves are sparkling on the sea, and a small island can be seen.

Qingze was smiling all over his face, but he only regretted his lack of literary talent. In this situation, when he was so poetic, he couldn't think of a poem to read.

"Forget it, it's so beautiful."

He sighed in his heart, it was a pity to appreciate such beautiful scenery alone.

Qingze thought for a while and decided to turn the scenery he saw now into a dream at night, and put it into the dreams of Chiyo and others, so that everyone could experience the refreshing feeling of flying freely in the sky.

Using the clouds as a bed must have a unique flavor.

Thinking of the next entertainment items, Qingze smiled and did not stay here. He flew his sword in the air and continued to enjoy the fairy romance that he had longed for in his childhood.

(End of this chapter)